I only see flowers bloom from my soul when someone tells me to look
Only then I can see how bright and flourishing they are
as though it takes someone else to shove the tulips in my face
so i can finally smell how sweet they are
but when I am alone, curled up in the corner of my room
the same flowers wilt and petals fall to my feet
I see only then jagged stems protruding from my face
aggressive, tearing my paper skin apart